I was born in the city of Salt Lake City in Utah, the Beehive State, at 7:50 AM on June 14, 1993. While most of the early and teenage years of my life I don't really remember, whether because of medication, mental illness, trauma, general stupidity, or a combination of the above, I do have … Continue reading The Passing of An Exemplary Man

One of my favorite qualities about myself is that I am a good friend. Not only am I willing to listen to those I care about, I am always looking for ways to help, to serve, and to be a good support to those I call friends. I call a lot of people friends that … Continue reading What About Your Friends?

It is a sweltering summer day. It is the middle of July in Florida. I have not moved from my location on the peeling leather couch in three days. The Jaguars, as always, have let me down. I rise from my sweat-soaked seat on the sofa. I pull on a wife beater and grab my … Continue reading Real Schizo Hours, Who Up?

But when you share your pain for public consumption, You’ll set their dinner plates, And smile ’til they’re done. Give them their knives and forks, While you’re rare and bleeding tons, And while they eat your soul, They’ll call you an inspiration. Jetty Bones, "Public Consumption" Ohio-based musician Kelsie Galluzzo performs under the moniker Jetty … Continue reading Silent Sorrow

A couple days ago I stumbled upon this tweet: Now, I have not experienced the loss of an immediate parent. In fact, I can count on one hand the amount of times my father ever raised his voice at me and when I did not know where he was or could not immediately reach him. … Continue reading Filling the Gap

By Nate Livsey In the 8 years since I wrote the previous piece on this blog, I've gone through a lot of changes. I was hospitalized for a suicide attempt and suicidal ideation twice, and I experienced a lot of heartache and difficulty - some directly attributable to mental illness, some just because of the … Continue reading Floodlights: A Retrospective

By Nate Livsey Author's Note: I wrote this piece about 8 years ago. I've grown and changed in a lot of ways, but in a lot of ways I've stayed the same. This can be a heavy piece to read, so please be sure you're in a good state of mind beforehand. TW: suicide, self-harm … Continue reading Flashlights

The American poet Edward Estlin Cummings eschewed traditional rules of grammar, spelling, and syntax. His byline was simply e.e. cummings and he often did not include spaces between commas, periods, and other punctuation. One of my favorite poems was written by Mr. Cummings. I first became aware of it based on the first and last … Continue reading On the Birth of My Son